Forbidden Passion

Chapter 687 The Illusion of a Family of Three

Phoebe grabbed a box of canned fish, ready to toss it into the shopping basket. Trinity, standing next to her, chimed in, "Mrs. Reynolds, Ollie can't eat that stuff." Phoebe turned, puzzled. "Why not?"

"Didn't Mr. Reynolds tell you? Ollie had a rough time with a gastrointestinal tumor. He can't handle the high protein in canned fish; it's too much for him."

Phoebe froze for a second, then put the canned fish back on the shelf.

She gently stroked Ollie's back, smoothing his fur. "Sorry, I had no idea."

"It's alright." Trinity reached out and scratched Ollie's chin, and he offered her his front paw.

Phoebe glanced at the array of snacks, feeling a twinge of sadness. She licked her dry lips. "Was it really that bad?"

Trinity looked over at Theodore, who was swiping his card nearby, and said, "Yeah, it was pretty serious. There was a typhoon that day. We were supposed to close early, but a dog in the store got sick, and Piper treated it. We didn't finish until two or three in the morning."

"We were about to close when Mr. Reynolds walked in, soaked to the bone, carrying Ollie. That was the first time I saw him look so lost. While Piper worked on Ollie, he stood under the eaves, chain-smoking," Trinity continued. "After a while, he finally got the nerve to call someone. He kept dialing but never said a word. It wasn't until I brought him the surgery consent form that I heard the phone prompt saying the number was out of service."

Phoebe's heart tightened, and she instinctively followed Trinity's gaze to the corridor outside the window. The sunset cast a fiery red glow on the hallway.

She could almost see Theodore at three in the morning, drenched in rain, repeatedly dialing that unreachable number.

Phoebe said hoarsely, "Thanks for telling me."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Reynolds. I still hope Ollie can have a complete family." Trinity seemed to see right through her.

Phoebe looked down at Ollie, who was clawing in her arms, feeling even more guilty. She wasn't sure if it was for Ollie or Theodore.

Trinity added, "Ollie is quite plump. These snack cans aren't good for him, but you can get him some toys."

"Alright," Phoebe replied.

called plump again, Ollie bristled, his eyes fierce, even growling a

Trinity just giggled.

to Trinity. He buried his head in Phoebe's arms

got the vaccine ready, and Phoebe

Ollie quickly

could escape, a large hand grabbed the back of

smiled. "When it comes to catching cats, Mr.

shocked by Theodore's skillful actions. It was clear he had brought Ollie

her cool neck, looking at the unusually well-behaved Ollie, and the pity

held the cat, and Theodore had an extra bag of cat toys in

owed Ollie something, Phoebe couldn't help but want to buy him a ton of toys. If Theodore hadn't stopped her, she might've cleared out

took the bag from Theodore, and placed it on the front seat. Phoebe bent

Jack was getting settled, he casually asked,

her wrist

into a thin

"Yeah, we're closer to the Imperial Apartment.

at the pet hospital, and everyone there called them Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, like they were

pet hospital

going their separate ways, each

push for details. Whether it was an excuse

"Alright," he said.

They pulled into the underground parking lot of the Imperial Apartment and stopped by

Phoebe's arms. Before getting out, he said politely, "Ms. Ziegler, thanks for today. I'll pick you up tomorrow

eyes met Ollie's. The cat seemed to sense something and meowed softly at

Ollie, his long fingers gently stroking the